Harrison Burgeron Film vs. Short Story

The film “2081” was a better medium for the story of Harrison Bergeron. This is mostly due to the fact that it is much more realistic and occur in settings that we can relate to. When reading the short story, “Harrison Bergeron”, we are not inclined to take the story and understand or apply it in our world because of the fantasy-like descriptions of Harrison. Instances like him carrying three hundred pounds, flying and “[abandoning] the law of gravity and the laws of motion,” decreased the effectiveness of the satire by stripping away connections to the real world. As readers, we create meaning both though the text and our previous experiences, so if we can’t make any obvious connections when reading, we take away less from the story. Besides that, the film conveys messages to us through imagery and sound. Harrison is seen with long hair, in a white suit carrying his handicaps on his shoulders. It is a familiar allusion to Jesus, who died for the redemption of his people, hinting that Harrison may be the only savior of his world. On the same level, sound was also used to the story’s advantage. We know that Hazel unconsciously hums the song that played during Harrison’s confrontation with the HG men. It makes us wonder whether she really remember Harrison’s tragic death. These kinds of references are never found in the short story, and they invite us to probe deeper into the tale. The film helps us know more of Harrison, George and even Hazel’s wants and fears, making it a superior medium for the short satire.

Sorry, I thought I posted it, but actually not. I found out when showing it to others at lunch on Tuesday. 

Racism.

The these in David Suzuki ‘s “Racism”, told through scientific discoveries as well as personal anecdotes, is that we should always stand up to bigotry. He states that we are otherwise tacitly supporting it, and soon, it will be our turn too if the practice of racism is not stopped. As a geneticist, Suzuki uncovered the ugly misconception behind racial discrimination, that for example, it was thought that all Japanese people hide treachery because of an action taken by a nation that Nisei and Sansei have never seen. Suzuki himself “[has] always been keen to inform people and raise the alarm about misapplication of the rules of hereditary”, and it may have changed someone as profoundly as the acts of kindness that he received from the Chinese cook or the RCMP (20). Bigotry is still in our lives today, even in this ideal world. In the news, we hear of stories of people being harassed for their ethnicity, and in schools, stereotypes restrict our potentials. Even as youths who doesn’t seem to hold a lot of say, Suzuki urges his grandsons and the readers to speak up about bigotry, because the cycle just might stop in our generation. It is when bigotry is the norm that it prevails. By stopping the “[people with] closed minds, ignorance, and fear of difference,” as Suzuki summed up, we can bring awareness to those who rejects or are oblivious of the past, to make them understand the damage it deals, and the fallacy of its origins (30).

English Post #2

From the firm and shocking TED talk, “The Danger of a Single Story”, to the tragic story of “The Metaphor”, I took away the idea that physical appearances or outward personalities are only single stories that need to be expanded, and that we need to seek out more stories and share them to the world so that people can be understood. In the story “Emil” by Stuart Mclean, we see the character Dave judging and squishing Emil into the general stereotype of homelessness. It is until later that Dave began to connect and understand Emil with the help of his wife. Morley, in this case, shows stories that fills the single story of Emil to Dave, helping Dave build compassion and empathy. “The Metaphor” by Budge Wilson brings a more stricken message. Miss Hancock’s makeup that is applied with “an excess of zeal and a minimum of control” along with her overly dramatic attitude that younger children delights over betrays her in front of parents and youth (215). The grade 10 class that Miss Hancock enters “white with tension and left it defeated” eventually pushed her to her end (230). Miss Hancock is a single story of a somewhat insane and childish teacher to her class, and Charlotte, as the only one to know the other side of the equation, of what a great teacher she could be, remains silent. To Charlotte, life’s most precious gifts are “the admiration of my peers, local fame, boys, social triumphs,” and it is not surprising that she is silent about her inner compassion towards Miss Hancock (227). If Charlotte and her classmates had had a more complete story of what success in life mean, and they can learn not just from watching adults in their shells, but connect with them and touch their hearts, it may be a different story.

“Emil”

What comes to our mind when we think of the word “homeless” is a multitude of words that describes greed, addiction and violence. Sometimes, we neglect to consider the fact that even those with no materialistic worth can be kind-hearted. In the story “Emil” by Stuart McLean, the character Morley realized that being charitable often have nothing to do with being privileged after her encounters with Emil. Her attempts to offer the homeless man money and food are often waved away, as Emil would say, “I don’t need it, I have enough. I have enough.” (111) Furthermore, when Emil won the lottery, he gave more than half of it away to his friends who helped him. Emil, as a man with no work, home or possessions except a remote control, broke the stereotypical impression of his kind by acting with altruism and thrift. As the story finishes, Morley finally realized that it is the heart that pushes someone to give back to the society, not the privileges that they may possess.

Shadow by Tony

The Sun was going down in front of me, the shadow behind me dragging me, telling me that I’m nothing but a withered old leaf that waves in the wind, in a remote corner of the picture. It tells me that my time is up.

All are born with a task, an impossible task. I was, too. Many stumbled and failed, broken apart. Most lived on, not knowing the underlying purpose of their actions, or the cause for their stress. But some discovered it, and they are those that got the most out of their lives.

From the day I was born as a purplish, minute baby, the shadow had always accompanied me. As a small, fearful kid, looking back, I could see the everlasting and reddish-yellow glow of the morning Sun, rotating around the earth like the hour hand the in a clock, blazing with light and energy and emitting a warm but dry beam on me. It made me think of the so called “compliment” of parents, “You’re-smart…so-you-have-to-get-A.“ Turning my head back to the front, a long, slim shadow have appeared in front of me. I may not have realized it yet, but I know that I have a long way to go.

I am a youth now, and the shadow is still there, urging me to become the better, silhouetted version of me. Yet I know that every time I struggled forward, the shadow would move forward with me. Every time that I improved, thinking I could match my counterpart, it just moved with me. I spend hours thinking about who I am, worrying about who I have to become and wishing my shadow would just go away. All the same, I still have live on, swallowing my fears and stress, hiding it in the deepest bottom of my heart.

The Sun is going down in front of me, the shadow behind me dragging me, telling me that I’m nothing but a withered, old leaf that waves in the raging wind like a boat shivering in a storm. Swoosh, swoosh, ready to return to the earth like how I was born out of earth. You might call me an old but still comfortable article of clothing that doesn’t fit the fashion anymore, that isn’t “cool”, that from the outside, looks broken and wrinkled. People look at me and tell me I can’t, so while I can, I can’t.

No one will ever know you like you do, they don’t know your capabilities or your strengths. Don’t be constricted by the shadow, for you are you, and they are them. Sometimes, your shadow is as far away as the Andromeda Galaxy. The shadow pushed us to success through our deep thirst for interpersonal relationships. We want to make others like us, trust us, believe us. Sadly, then they will expect better, bigger, smarter. Master the power of the shadow, but never be overwhelmed by it.

I am someone who doesn’t like compliments.